Matinee

She was completely soaked in the plan. She went through it again and again. The show was at quarter to three. She had to leave at half past one. The cinema hall was more than ten kilometers away. And he was to meet her at their designated pick up place. She couldn't be late. They wouldn't miss the ice-cream before the show started. He had booked three seats for the two of them in the corner of the last row. So that he could wrap his hand around her shoulder and no one would be bothered. She had made a suitable alibi at home, she was away for back-to-back tuitions and soon after she would go to the beauty parlor. She prayed hard that nobody should find out. What else could she do but pray. What could anyone do but pray. She was a few minutes late and he had been waiting. She tied a scarf so as to hide her face and climbed on to his bike, and sat clutching his chest from behind. Like they do. In a minute, they were on the main road. The wind was unstoppable that afternoon. It shouldn't rain, how would she explain at home if she got drenched. Her head had transformed into this constant alibi manufacturing machine. It didn't. They licked their ice cream cones standing in the alley behind the hall. Her face was uncovered now, and people stared on, uninhibited. In her eyes he saw how nervous she was. In the darkness, when the film played, they held hands and even plucked kisses off each other. But her heart lay in her phone, which might ring anytime. What if they found out. Nobody called, though. In the interval, he bought more soft drinks and wafers. The cold breeze from the air conditioner, gave her the chills and she snuggled as close to him as she could. He whispered things into her ears, making her promise for a few more matinee shows like that. She whispered back, asking what if people back home found out. He whispered back saying that he had his way of taking care of things, if they did. She felt both empowered and bothered, by what he had said. Later, when the show ended, the skies opened up. The wind had stopped and the rain began to look scary. They couldn't ride back in that weather. They waited and waited for what seem like an hour and she couldn't make anymore alibis on the phone. She was at her wits end and her forehead heated up.They were both soaked under their skins. She was in tears, well almost. And he consoled her with all he had. That they were going to be just fine. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

*** Happy Birthday ***

I hope you wake up to lots of lovely wishes and messages from your loved ones and friends.

- Friendship cannot be measured in inches,
Words or gifts or promises.
It's a feeling, an unending knowing Between those receiving and those who are giving.
And the gift of being able, after some lost time,
To be able to pick up a conversation,
From the end of the last time.
To empathise with the hurt,
The pleasure and the joy,
Just like the mother who finds her toddler,
The very favourite lost toy.
So hard to express in simple words.
It comes from the heart.
And this comes to you today, “name", Even though a distance apart,
To wish you a "Happy Birthday",
And to let you know,
How much you are thought of, valued and loved.
You are truly one of the special people I hold in my heart.
So "Happy Birthday Dearest Durgesh",

Take care, God bless and Be well Dear Friend.

With all of my love.